11 years

11 Years. In some ways it seems completely possible. In others not at all.

I was interning at the television station in the PR department. I had just "officially" graduated from App. I was dating Benjy, who lived in Atlanta and worked downtown.

I had just arrived at work when the first plane hit. Then the next one hit. I don't think I understood the gravity of the situation immediately. It was surreal.

We drove to a ladies house and she had the news on. We were doing an interview with her for br3ast cancer awareness, she was a survivor. I remember watching the news on TV.

Lunch that day was at Thomas St. Tavern in plaza/midwood. It was oddly quiet as everyone watched the TV's.

Karen Kingsbury wrote a book called One Tuesday morning, and it was based on the story of a family and the events of this day 11 years ago.

So much has happened in the past 11 years in this country. In the world. In the lives of my family and friends.

This day changed perspectives. This day created a need to re-evaluate and take inventory. This day made us remember that nothing is indestructible. This day made us hold tighter to those we love.

We will never forget.